Summary

Q's life is as simple and uneventful as one can only hope for in a world of constant chaos. He is content, thank you very much. He has his shop, the best gun shop in the country, probably, and a bright future of the son of a sheriff, one of the steadiest positions a man could hold in the Wild West. Everything is perfect. Until...

... until a certain James Bond, a wanted fugitive and a force to be reckoned with, enters the town, and Q's whole life turns to an adventure he never asked for, and which could very well be his downfall. Bond claims that a horrible, blood thirsty bandit named Silva has picked their little town as his latest target, and Q is naive enough to believe him.

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Trust is one of the banned words in espionage. Trusting people is what gets you killed. Bond has learned this the hard way, while Q had the decency to always know without any major cock ups. But there are things you can't do without trust - like let someone tie you down and do what they want to you, even if that is what you want more than anything. So Q lives in his little world of celibacy until his friend creates him a profile on a BDSM online dating site.And until Q becomes an online sub of a total stranger.At least that's what he thinks.

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"So what's it gonna be?" he asked in his lowest voice. "Blowing your brains out..." he cocked the gun, the sound loud in the silent room. "... or fucking it out of your pretty head?"

"Cheesy, 007," Q taunted.

Bond was quick and brutal, gripping Q's dark hair with his free hand and pulling it so hard Q's whole body bent like a taut bow, only his arse and his shoulders now on the mattress. The cold barrel pressed against his throat.

"Really?" he growled. Q whimpered. He could feel Bond's erection pressed against his stomach.

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Plenty of people had looked down on Eggsy throughout his life. He had gotten fairly used to it. Didn't mean it was fair, but he knew how these things worked. What really sucked was that the new Arthur was worse than the old one.

“Eggsy grimaced. He didn’t know how to explain to Harry – who seemed like he hadn’t been discriminated against a day in his life – that the new Arthur kept giving him what amounted to suicide missions, and that he was currently bleeding out in a warehouse because of the deliberately bad intel she had given him.”

Also featuring: Dean is harder to get rid of than Eggsy thought, his mum is going off the deep end, there are way too many nefarious plots in play, and Eggsy is really beginning to wish that Harry would stop holding his hand and kiss him instead.

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“You will bend over that piece of paper on the desk and get your nose as close to it as you are able. Palms flat in front of you.”

He’s halfway to spreading out his hands on either side of the paper before the strangeness of the order finally sinks into his brain and he glances back at Mr Hart, half in question, half in...he’s not sure what’s showing on his face anymore.

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Q is acutely aware of the picture he makes, scrawny and bare, crouching on his haunches below nearly six feet of solid muscle and compacted power. He is acutely aware that by leaving his computer he has ceded his own power to Bond, shedding it like his clothes. He feels larval, un-shelled; Bond’s claws are sharp and he is so, so soft.